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Growing up, fishing was kinda a right of passage in my family. Still is I guess. Anyway, my oldest brother started to call my other brother bullhead, cause that was his first catch. Mind you I remember None of this but apparently my first catch was a tin can.

My great grandfather, whose nickname was DUDE, settled in what now is called the GREAT SMOKY MOUNTAINS NATIONAL PARK, and is buried there. After my great grandfather two generations of my family lived in those same MOUNTAINS prior to being moved by the National Park Service. Thus, the mountains are in my heritage and 1MTNDUDE is my name.

Aint what you would think! Not for my compass skills! Many, many years ago when we were pups, my old pal Mule and I took a long tramp through the Sangre de Cristo mountains. To cut our pack weights we shared a tent. WRONG!! After a week in the woods the atmosphere was so rank in that tent, we both had to sleep with our heads outside to keep from croakin'. He later said I smelled so bad. He thought I was Dead! Reckon I'd been so for a spell! There ya go! Dead Reckon! Mule's nickname ain't Rose either! Big Al